Brian has been slowly starving himself to death, because he was trying to save money to help you. He lived in a fourth floor walk-up, which was a combination shooting gallery and roach motel.
One of the meanest gang mothers in Clinton runs it. Yesterday, because she saw my car, she tried to kill Brian. She thought he was whoring and she wasn’t getting her cut.”
“Was he? Whoring? Mary always claimed he was, she said something about a club at the shore. I never bothered to listen. I knew he would come home and treat me royally, and that was all that really concerned me.”
“How would Mary know such things?”
“She said she had friends…”
“I’d bet if we look at the charge cards and bank statements there will be a charge for a private investigator among them. She had to know exactly how much m
